Abyss Solo

One after another, warships spread out their formation, slowly approaching the target planet’s synchronous orbit.

Personnel within the warships ran back and forth, executing the combat directives from their respective bridges.

Behind dozens of large Shield Ships, a powerful firepower network was formed by hundreds of battleships, Star Patrol Ships, and Heavy Cannon Ships, with an equal number of Supply Ships in the rear, ready to provide forward support at any time.

Hundreds of medium-sized warships supplemented the combat strength, blocking both flanks of the battlefield.

Over a dozen gunships had entered the atmosphere, continuously releasing "softening agents" to reduce energy consumption by the warships’ main cannons caused by the atmosphere.

Everything was progressing smoothly and methodically.

Inside the Poisoned Stinger Ship, Yang Ming observed the scene before him, comparing it in his mind and realizing that what Wind currently lacked was not just large warships; the quality of the personnel also needed urgent improvement.

However, except for being too few in number, in other aspects, the "quality" of the Dark Star Fleet could match or exceed that of the Empire’s main fleet.

"Everyone, check your equipment and replenish energy."

Catherine’s voice came through, and twenty-five combatants quickly assembled.

Yang Ming unplugged the energy supply belt, glanced at his fully charged battery, and returned to the combat preparation room with a cheerful smile.